A/N: Per request because you know ya boy Loid ain't just sitting on the sidelines. ;)

Chap 6

Loid POV

What Anya doesn't realize, I've known for years she's found my spy case. She hasn't said anything about it but I also haven't wanted to bring it up. In the event she doesn't realize what she's stumbled across. Or maybe I just always want to picture Anya as the innocent orphan I choose for my mission. Who've I've grown to love and care for as my own, mission or no mission.

However since then I've been monitoring her phone since I have a clone tucked away. When I saw the message from "D" a part of me hoped it was Damian; but then again what would he want with Anya. I tried to think of all the scenarios, is he trying to coerce her to work for his father. To fold her into his plans? Has my cover been blown and is Anya at risk?

I need to know.

Infiltrating Becky's party was easy enough, blending in with her staff making myself look busy. Hovering near Anya and Becky as they partied for hours I started to think that maybe it was a fluke or a wrong number. Since Anya never responded.

I move over and take over a station as bar back rinsing glassware handing it over to other staff who are gladly taking them. Where I am at the bar I have a clear view of him before Anya did, he stood watching her intently. I internally grit my teeth, what could he want with my daughter.

She eventually saw him and I instantly knew "D" is Damian. My intrigue is piqued but my brain is trying to understand his motive. What could his father have sent him here for. To spy on the Blackbells perhaps?

As they approach the bar I stay close enough just within earshot but it's hard to hear over the music. She waves me over and orders a whiskey for her and a Manhattan for him.

It takes almost everything in me to act natural, that Anya listened when I was teaching her how to protect herself. My chest swells with pride.

They finished their drinks quickly when Anya pulled him toward the dance floor. My mouth went dry as she turned and pressed herself flush against him with her backside. I angrily wiped the glass I'm drying so forcefully that it slipped out of my grip and it shattered on the floor.

I quickly clean it not wanting to draw attention to myself, which is key for espionage. But seeing my daughter grind up against the target. Wait…is this? No, can it? Are they friends? Did Plan B finally come to fruition without me realizing!

Anger subsided at the realization, I moved from the bar and started cleaning up glassware surrounding the tables around the dance floor. They weren't talking but they did look like they were having fun. Anya grabbed him by the back of his neck while dancing, pulling him closer and my heart lurched. I was filled with such a rage and wanted to peel this face off and pull him off her. But I can't be rash and blow my cover because I care for Anya.

This is our last chance at the mission and in a matter of a week, it seems she's made a lot of progress. I'm glad I can give the higher ups some good news for once.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't realize Anya was pulling him away from the party. I wish I had planted a bug on them when they were at the bar. I turned to try and follow but it would be obvious as no staff is upstairs since everyone is working the party. The last thing I hear Anya say is "have some fun, just us."

What could they be doing up there? My mind goes over the details of the night so far.

It looks like Anya and Damian planned to meet up at the party. There dancing, drinking and they went upstairs where…the bedrooms are. I shake my head. This is a large estate she could be taking him to anywhere. I go back to making myself look busy as I anxiously wait for their return.

Becky was dancing with two older men who had approached her while Anya was with Damian. So I left them to it as I went back to the bar to have a clear view when they descended the stairs.

After a handful of songs, the larger of the men that was with Becky came and ordered some drinks. I couldn't help but notice him palming something in his grip. It's barely noticeable but to a trained spy it's clear what his intentions are. I look up at the stairs again, worrying about Anya. What could Desmond be doing with her, what is their relationship to each other.

I can't step in for Becky or it could blow my cover, but I won't let them leave with her. He strides over and I see how he hands his partner their drinks first to ensure she ends up with the remaining one.

She takes long gulps and I cringe, this is exactly why I trained Anya. With the War escalating everyone around us becoming unhinged and desperate, especially being an heiress makes you a walking target.

The drink takes effect pretty quickly as her dance moves become less bouncy and more slowed uncontrolled. The larger man lifts her arms wrapping them around his neck while the other keeps her upright from behind swaying her hips manually. To make it look like she was dancing still and going in and out of consciousnesses.

Anya strides down the stairs heading straight for Becky and I felt like I was holding my breath. As I see Anya slide between brushing off the larger man, startled by Anya's appearance. As she tries to hold Becky upright Becky almost spills her drink.

I'm practically screaming in my head, Check Becky's Cup.

The men are talking to them but I can't hear much over the bass of the music. I see Anya take the cup from her before it spills and I see her examining just like I showed her.

Her face instantly contorted in a way that made me think of Yor. She immediately yells at them accusingly. I want to step in but she's an adult and as much as I hate that I can't protect her now I must stay put.

I watched the entire altercation and I was proud of how she handled it, and shivered as the I saw the summer training with Yor had surely paid off watching her take them down.

What was more surprising was how fiercely Damian stepped in for her and it made me pause. I'm going to have to go over the details of the night later and try to decipher what his intentions are with my daughter.

After the guests began leaving the party, I took off the staff jacket sneakily tucking it in the coat room and leaving with the guests blending in.

I reached my car that was parked far enough that I have a view of the driveway and everyone that leaves. I check my phone again, and Anya's clone phone to see if she's contacted me or Yor to pick her up. Surely she wouldn't spend the night after such an ordeal.

But then I hear the roar of a motorbike and see Damian Desmond weaving between cars. Behind him none other than Anya with the bottoms of her pink curls coming out of the helmet. I threw my car into drive and tried to weave through the traffic myself honked at people throwing themselves clogging lanes. But with all the flurry of leaving guests and half of them being intoxicated, I'm stuck in the web of unmoving cars going both ways.

The fade of the hum from the motorbike was eventually long gone by the time I emerged from that infuriating traffic. I'm feeling like a failure of a spy and a dad.

Would he take her straight home? His home? A detour?

I grab Anya's phone and go to the locations to see if I can find a shortcut. Damian looks like he's taking her to his estate. If I take this route, it looks like I can make up for the time I lost.

By the time I get there the bike is in front engine cold, neither of them around. There are no lights on within the estate and I've already checked all the windows and doors and they are secured. If they're not at his house where could they be?

I take out my night vision goggles I have and search from the roof of the property scanning around to see where they are. In the distance a large lake is off to the side of the property just along the edge as it leads to a thick forest.

Where I see they are both seated by and talking. The lake is surrounded by a clear open space. It would be difficult to get close without being spotted. So I get as close as I can and try to make out their words which I can't do efficiently from this position. I can only hear a few words that the wind carries to me. Which sounds like they're talking about Becky.

He gently places his hand over hers in an attempt to comfort her. She smiles small at him appreciatively. They are silent for a moment, heavy thoughts of the evening clearly weighing on them.

When suddenly you can faintly hear screams coming from the forest calling out for help. They were barely audible but the shrill of the screams gradually began to cut through the forest as if whoever was getting closer.

Damian rose quickly pulling Anya up and pulling her away from the forest, as he passed where I was hidden I heard him tell Anya "Shit my dad's home, you need to leave now!"

She's running alongside him with concern on her face as she turns toward the screams her brows furrowed. Then hears a loud POP POP then the entire estate seems to mute itself after as they broke out into a sprint for the bike.

I hurry back to my car knowing they're going to be leaving and not risk being seen by Donovan's security staff.

After getting in my car I go to Anya phone tracker and see he's heading to the house. I realize I have to hurry back before she realizes I was gone too.

It didn't take long for me to get there since they made a pit stop at a park for 20 minutes. Curious…

But I made it upstairs without waking Yor she's a very heavy sleeper. But I may be guilty of giving her a couple glasses of wine before the party so I could head out unnoticed.

Bond lifted his head with his eyes closed and just went back to sleep. As I slipped in my room and changed into my pajamas quickly. I hear the faint hum of the motorbike as it approaches the house.

I head into the living area and gently crack a window trying to hear anything. Anya dismounts, almost falling back but catches herself. Damian parks the bike and hops off leaving it running making it hard to hear.

She takes the helmet off, shaking out her curls. Handing him the helmet which he places on the back of the bike.

The way they are facing but just talking, I can't read both their lips just Damians. He said "I'm sorry if this night isn't what you expected." He rubs the back of his neck embarrassed. She rolled on her feet anxiously but I didn't know what she's saying.

Dammit. Anya turned toward the house and looked at the window I was at and squinted. He reached for her hand bringing her attention back to him, and lifted my head to get a better view to make out his words. "I understand if you don't want to hang out again." But I could see pain in his eyes as he said those words.

Anya moves her head as if she's responding while he listens to her. He doesn't say much for a while, and I see her moving her hands animatedly. He nods silently to her as she speaks, his head slowly lowering.

What I didn't expect was for her to step forward and kisses his cheek, before turning and heading up the stairs. My heart stretched and pulled in directions I've never felt before. Is Anya…dating Damian?

The spy in me thinks Plan B far exceeded my expectations. But the father in me is infuriated at this boy touching my daughter, especially since I know his family history. What is Anya thinking?

Can I allow this to continue? Or should I shut it down as a father to protect my daughter? Anya clearly doesn't realize what she just involved herself smack in the middle of... everything.

Do I protect my daughter at the risk of the world? Or protect the world and possibly risk my daughter..

A/N: Thank you all for the follows and hearts, I'm excited for this story and love feedback so long as I can work it with the plot in mind. Can't wait for the next episode